I have a pal
Let's call him Bilbo
For he resembles
Mister Baggins
And he vanishes
As well
Weeks on end
And leaves no trace
To his place
Where I can't follow
To his life
His kids and-
-Five weeks
Turn into months
Seconds
Feel like years
How comes that
Which was so real
Now feels
Like distant dreams
Concrete facts
And memories
Slip through fingers
Like sands through time
Don't get upset
Do not get angry
It's not your place
To feel like that
But I can't help it
'Cos I want him
Every cell
Screams out to him
My heart strings
Pulled so tightly
They hurt
But it's alright
He didn't plan this
He can't be open
Somewhere I thought
He felt the same
Star crossed lovers
Like in the stories
Romantic ones
That I adored
They're right, y'know
be very careful
You might just get
What you wished for
© Iris Overdijk 2024
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